Unbetitelt

[tayloreverett]

[twisted-talez]

Mark awoke to the sound of a running shower as he stretched one arm behind his head. He felt hungover and noted that it had to be late morning, the sun blinding his eyes. Mark sat up in bed and looked at his cock. He thought of all the pussy it had seen over the years. Fuck, he couldn’t begin to count all the bitches he’d banged with his big dick. But had it actually happened last night? Had he really fucked a dude?

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[zanephillips]

Male Tales - Kristen Bjorn (2005)

[seaninfl]

I was sprawled face-down on the couch, my shirt already discarded, the cool leather sticking to my bare back. My brother, Jake, knelt beside me, his strong hands pressing into the knots in my shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

"You’re so tense," he murmured, his voice low, rough. "Work getting to you again?"

I groaned as his thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn knot. "Mmm, you have no idea. That new client is a nightmare."

Jake chuckled, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Then let me take care of you." His hands slid down my spine, fingers tracing the curve of my lower back before slipping just beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. "You need to relax."

I should’ve stopped him. I knew I should’ve. But the way his fingers teased the top of my ass, the way his voice dropped into that dark, velvety tone—it made my cock twitch against the couch. "Jake…" I warned, but it came out breathless.

"Shh." His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Just let me make you feel good."

His hands slid lower, gripping the waistband of my sweatpants and tugging them down just enough to expose the top of my ass. I lifted my hips instinctively, letting him pull them down to mid-thigh. The cool air hit my skin, and I bit my lip as his fingers traced the curve of my ass, teasing but not quite touching where I wanted him to.

"You’ve been working too hard," he murmured, his voice thick with something darker than concern. "Let me help you unwind."

His fingers finally dipped between my cheeks, just barely grazing my hole. I gasped, my hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Jake—"

"Relax," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I’ve got you."

His fingers circled my entrance, slow and deliberate, before pressing just the tip inside. I moaned, my cock throbbing against the couch. "You’re such a tease," I groaned.

Jake chuckled, low and dark. "You love it."

He pressed deeper, his finger sliding in knuckle-deep, and I arched my back, pushing against him. "Fuck, yes—"

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" His other hand snaked around my hip, gripping my cock through my boxers. "Already hard for me."

I whimpered as he stroked me, his finger still buried inside me. "Jake, please—"

"Please what?" His voice was a growl now, his lips brushing my ear. "Tell me what you want."

I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I want you to fuck me."

Jake groaned, his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. "God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that."

His finger pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but then his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my back. He yanked my sweatpants and boxers off in one motion, leaving me naked beneath him. His eyes raked over my body, dark with hunger.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up my thighs. "Look at you—all spread out for me like a good little slut."

I moaned, my cock leaking at his words. "Jake—"

"Shh." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. "Let me take care of you."

His mouth crashed against mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips. I groaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as he devoured me. His cock was hard against my thigh, and I reached down, gripping him through his jeans.

"Fuck, you’re hard," I panted against his lips.

Jake groaned, grinding against my hand. "You do this to me. Always have."

His hands slid up my chest, pinching my nipples before trailing back down. He wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly. "You like that, don’t you? Like when I touch you like this."

"Y-yeah," I gasped, my hips bucking into his grip.

"Good." His thumb swiped over the head of my cock, smearing the precum. "Because I’m gonna make you beg for it."

He released me, standing up just long enough to strip off his shirt and jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. I licked my lips, my mouth watering.

"See something you like?" Jake smirked, stroking himself.

I nodded, my voice gone. "Fuck, yes."

He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding under my thighs to lift them. "Gonna eat this pretty little hole first. Get you nice and wet for me."

Before I could respond, his tongue was on me, hot and wet, swirling around my entrance. I cried out, my fingers gripping the couch cushions. "Fuck, Jake—!"

"Mmm, you taste good," he groaned, his tongue pressing inside me.

I whimpered, my cock throbbing. "More—please, more—"

He obliged, his tongue fucking me in slow, deep strokes. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me. I could feel myself getting wetter, my hole clenching around his tongue.

"Fuck, you’re dripping," Jake growled, pulling back just enough to speak. "You love this, don’t you? Love when I eat your tight little hole."

"Y-yeah," I panted, my hips grinding against his face. "Don’t stop—"

He chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt through me. "Oh, I’m not stopping. Not until you’re begging me to fuck you."

His tongue returned, this time focusing on my clenching hole, flicking and teasing until I was a writhing, moaning mess. His fingers joined in, one sliding inside me while his tongue worked my entrance.

"Fuck, Jake—!" I cried, my cock leaking onto my stomach.

"That’s it," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me hear you."

His finger crooked inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out. "Fuck, right there—!"

"Yeah?" His voice was dark, satisfied. "You like that? Like when I finger your prostate?"

"Y-yeah—fuck, yes—"

He added a second finger, stretching me open as he finger-fucked me in slow, deep strokes. "Gonna make you cum like this first. Then I’m gonna fuck you raw."

I whimpered, my cock throbbing. "Please—"

"Please what?" His fingers twisted inside me, making me gasp. "Use your words."

"Fuck me," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, fuck me—"

Jake groaned, his cock jerking. "God, you’re perfect."

He pulled his fingers out, and I whined at the loss, but then his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanked me up onto my knees, my ass in the air, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Fuck, yes—" I panted, pushing back against him.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. With one slow, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me.

"Fuck—!" I cried, my fingers clawing at the couch.

"Shit, you’re tight," Jake groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck, so tight—"

He pulled back and thrust in again, this time harder, deeper. I moaned, my cock dripping onto the couch. "Harder—fuck, harder—"

Jake groaned, his hips snapping against my ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and moans. "You love this, don’t you? Love when I fuck you like a little slut."

"Y-yeah," I gasped, my cock throbbing. "Fuck, yes—"

His hand snaked around my hip, gripping my cock. "Gonna make you cum like this. Gonna fuck you until you scream."

His thrusts became harder, faster, his cock pounding into me with relentless force. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. "Fuck, Jake—I’m gonna—!"

"Cum for me," he growled, his hand stroking me in time with his thrusts. "Cum all over the couch."

That was all it took. With a cry, I came, my cum spilling over his hand and onto the couch beneath me. Jake groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

"Fuck, yes—!" he snarled, burying himself deep inside me as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled me.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat. Jake finally pulled out, and I collapsed onto the couch, my limbs like jelly.

"Fuck," I breathed, my voice hoarse.

Jake chuckled, collapsing beside me. "Yeah. Fuck."

We lay there in silence for a moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Then Jake turned his head, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read.

"We’re so doing that again."

I laughed, weak and breathless. "Yeah. Yeah, we are."

[lvxrvi]

[havinggaythoughts]

Moving In

By Clark Wayne

Johnny came over last night. I wasn't expecting him. We had decided that since he's my brother's best friend that we would cool things down and take a step back. Neither one of us wanted to ruin our relationships with him. As far as my brother knew, Johnny was straight and so was I.

But last night, Johnny showed up and I let him in. I tried to ward off his advances but he's just so fucking sexy and charming. And his body is off the charts. And he fucks like a machine. He's the first dude I've ever been with so I don't have anyone to compare him to, but all I know is that when he's inside me, I want him there forever.

He rolls over on top of me and kisses me. My dick is instantly hard. I can still feel his loads inside me from the multiple times he fucked me last night. I asked him once if I could fuck him. He laughed in my face and said, "Fuck no. You're the bitch in this situation." He was half kidding, I think. It pissed me off and I didn't talk to him for a whole day. By late that night, he was balls deep inside me yet again.

"Morning, baby boy," Johnny said between kisses. He always called me that, maybe since he was five years older. He made me feel like a kid, even though I'm not small. Sure, he's more muscular but that's just because he's naturally a bigger dude. I'm lean muscle. He's big muscle. He made me feel protected.

"Morning," I whispered. My voice was gravelly from sleep.

"God, you're so fucking cute when you sleep."

I blushed. "I always sleep good when you're here."

"Yeah? We should make that a permanent thing."

I looked up at him surprised. "What?"

"Maybe we should make this permanent. Move in together?"

"Johnny," I stuttered, "I think that's premature. We've only been hooking up for a couple months. I mean, I've never been with a guy before you."

"You call this hooking up?" he asked me. He looked confused or hurt.

I shrugged. "I guess. I don't know. I thought that's all you wanted."

"Weston, you think I'd spend this much time with you if I weren't serious?"

"Dude, I don't know. I've only known you to be with women. You always hook up with women. I just assumed that's what this was."

Johnny shook his head. "No, Weston. I'm serious." He did a push up over me and looked down. "I don't want to be with women anymore."

I looked up at him. I know I must have looked doubtful. "Ok, what about Drew? You want to come out to him? He'll be pissed when he finds out we've been fucking."

"I don't give a shit. I would have to come out anyway. We would have to come out."

I lifted my head and came up on my elbows. "Woah, wait a minute. Who said anything about coming out. I don't even know what this is. I don't even know if I'm gay."

He sat up, straddling my legs. "What? Weston, we fuck all the time. You love to get fucked."

"I love it when YOU fuck me. I don't know if I like it when other guys fuck me. I wasn't expecting to find out either."

He looked like a mixture of hurt and pissed. "I fucking love you, Weston."

"WHAT? You do?"

"You don't love me?"

"Johnny, I don't know. I... I don't know."

He looked down at me and sighed. "You don't think about me all the time?"

I contemplated the question. I did think about him a lot. "Yes. I do."

"You like to spend time with me?"

"Johnny, all we usually do is fuck. So, yeah, I do like it."

"We don't fuck ALL the time," he said with a frown. "We hang, watch movies, sports, eat out sometimes."

I kept looking up at him. His brown eyes were soft and warm. His square jaw had stubble. His thick black hair was messy with bed-head.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

He slowly lowered himself on top of me again. I loved to feel his weight on me. His hard muscle against mine. I could feel his big cock harden and lengthen against mine. He gently kissed me. Then he maneuvered himself between my legs. It took me a while to get used to that; another guy spreading my legs like I did with women. I knew what he was doing and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. As we kissed I felt his cock nudge at my hole.

"Johnny," I whimpered. "No. We need to stop."

"I'm not stopping, Weston," he whispered. "You don't want me to either."

I pushed up on his chest but he wouldn't budge. "Johnny, come on, man. We can't do this. I'm not gay."

Then I felt him thrust a little bit, the tip of his cock breaching my hole. "Fuck," I gasped.

He smiled down at me. "There you go, baby boy," he cooed in my ear.

"Johnny," I murmured. "Holy shit." I grunted when he sank in all the way.

"You feel so good, baby boy. So, fucking good. So warm."

I raised my legs and spread them wide. I put my arms on his hips and held on. I watched my feet flop up and down as he fucked. God, it was so fucking good. The whole time, he just stared down into my eyes.

"Johnny... fuck me," I whimpered. "God, don't stop fucking me."

"I won't, Weston. You're my baby boy. I'll take care of you," he whispered in his deep, sexy voice.

I arched my back and straighten out my legs at the intense, erotic sensation jetting through my ass and up my spine. "What are you doing to me?"

"Making you mine, Weston. I'm not letting you go. I won't stop until you accept that."

He thrust long and deep like he was making love, not just fucking. It was so fucking romantic. That was the first time I saw him differently. He wasn't just some hot straight dude who was experimenting with me. He was more than that. I could see some kind of future with him. I started questioning my whole life, my whole identity. Was I gay? Or was I just in love with the person and not the gender?

I kissed him. I felt like such a girl at that moment. This must be what it feels like to be a girl when she's with a serious guy. I felt like I was love sick.

"Damn it, Johnny," I said in-between guttural sounds coming from my throat.

"What?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't know what you do to me. I can't stop wanting you."

"Then don't, baby boy."

I saw that familiar look on his face. That look when he's about to cum. I spread my legs as wide as they would go. I gripped tighter to his waist and pulled him in tight. Tightening my legs and ass always made my orgasms last longer. He closed his eyes and his mouth fell open as I felt his cock expand. I felt the warm sensation of his jizz filling me whole. Then I came without touching myself. I splattered all over my chest and chin. That was something I had to get used to as well. My own cum on my face. That time Johnny swiped some off my chin and fed it to me was when I knew I was going to be his bitch.

He collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face was nestled against his neck. I sighed. "When can you move in?"

[bearzoohuman]

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“What the fuck?” he jumped out of bed at four in the morning, turning on the lamp on his bed table, awakening me from a deep, post-coital slumber. He was all up in my face while covering his big dick with one hand, though it had already been up my ass three times that night. “Dude—who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you naked and in bed with me?”

“You hit on me at the bar last night,” I began to explain calmly, alarmed by his sudden amnesia. He was drunk when we had fucked, but I didn’t realize he had been that drunk. “We then Ubered back here to your place, and fucked our brains out,” I reminded him. 

“No—that’s impossible,” he refuted. “I brought a hot bitch home from the bar and smashed her cunt. Where did she go? Her name was Baby.”

“Well, you kept calling me baby when you were inside me,” I clarified. “You were trashed on tequila shots. I guess you thought I was a bitch when you dragged me home.”

“Christ, this is bad,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve done some fucked-up shit when I was drunk before, but I’ve never stuck my dick in a dude.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I tried to console him. “A lot of guys—”

“Oh, Christ. It’s all coming back to me now. I got you to peg my ass, didn’t I?” he groaned. “Please tell me that was a strap-on you used on me and not your—”

“It was my dick,” I stated plainly. “I fucked you with my dick.”

“Fuck. No wonder it hurt so much. Jesus, you’re hung,” he looked over at my exposed cock, the bedsheet down around my ankles. 

“Yeah, though I love to bottom,” I groped my big dick, “I’ve also got the cock of a power top.”

“Wait a minute,” he reached behind himself, fingering his wet hole. “Did you cum up my ass?”

“Uh—well—“

“Never mind,” he cut me off, holding up his fingers, slicked with my cum. “I’d rather not know.”

“Look, if it’s any consolation, we had a really fun time together,” I tried to assure him. “For a straight guy,” I employed air quotes, “you really seemed to get into gay sex—both topping and bottoming.”

“Great,” he sighed. “That’s just what every straight guy wants to hear.”

“How’s your sex life been lately?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation. 

“Abysmal,” he hung his head in shame. “I haven’t had pussy in months. And then when I finally score—it’s with some gay dude.”

“Your dry spell makes no sense to me,” I tried to sympathize with him. “I mean, you’re hot as fuck, you’ve got a big dick, and you’re talented as fuck in bed. I can’t remember the last time a guy stayed hard and dumped three loads in me in one session.”

“I—I seriously dumped three loads in you?” he asked in disbelief. “I usually don’t have that kind of stamina. I’m more of a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am kind of guy when I fuck. I wish I could remember what it was like to dump three loads in you.”

“You don’t have to remember,” I rolled over, presenting my used ass to him. “Why not go for load number four?”

“Actually,” he stopped me. “I think I’d rather let you tap my ass again. I sort of really enjoy getting pegged.”

“You mean fucked.”

“Yeah—pegged—fucked—whatever. It’s all the same.”

“No, it’s not the same. One involves a dildo, and the other a cock,” I clarified. “You’re saying you want my big cock? You want me to fuck your ass again?”

“Yeah,” he smiled deviously, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours. “I want you to fuck my ass again with that big dick.”

“No—flip over on your back,” I instructed him. “I want to fuck you missionary. I want you to be able to see me when I’m plowing your hole.”

“I dunno,” he complied begrudgingly, turning over onto his back. “Missionary is kinda gay.”

“Says the guy begging to get my big dick up his ass—again,” I laughed. “Now open those legs for me, show me that hole.”

Obediently, he pulled his knees to his chest, presenting his used hole to me. It was puffy and raw, beaten to a pulp from the intense fucking I’d given him earlier. My big dick craved to be inside him once more. 

“FUCK,” he gasped, gripping my forearms as I shoved into him, my hands pushing his knees further into his chest. “Christ, your big cock feels so good inside of me.”

“You seriously had never taken cock before tonight?” I asked, delivering a series of deep thrusts into his bowels. 

“No, I’ve only been pegged before,” he answered, stretching his legs, wrapping them around my meaty ass. “I told you—I’m not gay.”

“Well, whatever you are, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” I informed him, increasing my pace, pummeling him harder. “A hole this good needs to be used by real cock—and not a latex dick.”

I was pounding him hard, his cunt opening for me, pulling me deeper. For an alleged straight guy, he sure as hell loved taking my big one.

“Fuck me,” he begged, his fingers digging into my flesh as I pounded him senselessly, jackhammering his cunt with zero mercy. “Fucking destroy my hole.”

I wanted to last longer, really I did. Yet sometimes a hole is just too good. I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back my nut, but it was a losing battle. My cock began to swell inside him, my balls throbbing for release. My load was imminent, and so I gave one last, deep thrust into his guts before riding that orgasmic wave of pleasure. 

“FUCK,” I growled, my cock throbbing in his depths, releasing my seed into his cunt. “Yeah, take my fucking load,” I barked, my cum forcefully discharging into his guts, spraying the walls of his fuck canal. 

“That’s it—breed me,” he pleaded, his arms wrapping around my torso, pulling me into him. “Your cum feels so warm inside me.”

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as I pulled out of him, my balls satisfied. My pearly load dripped from his wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet. “You feel good, too?” I inquired.

“Fucking amazing,” he stretched his legs, a blissful smile on his face. “Your real cock feels way better than a strap-on.”

“No shit,” I laughed, crashing on the bed next to him, my face turned towards his. “You seriously found a lot of bitches who were willing to peg your ass?”

“Not that many,” he admitted, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “Most girls thought it sounded fucked up and wouldn’t even try it. Mostly, I just fucked myself with a dildo whenever I was in the mood.”

“Dude—I don’t mean to state the obvious, but I think you might be gay,” I observed, curling myself into his body as I stroked his hairy chest. “Have you ever considered that you might like guys—that you could be gay?”

“I dunno—sex is all just so confusing,” he exhaled in exasperation. “I mean, how can I know if I’m gay?”

I rolled over on top of him again, our lips meeting. Tenderly, passionately, I began to kiss him. Our tongues danced, a soft moaning emanating from deep in his throat. I reached down and gripped his cock, rock hard in my fist. We continued to kiss, lips locked, as I jacked his big dick. 

“Yeah—I might be gay,” he laughed as our lips parted. “Jesus, that kiss was amazing. You’re a talented kisser.”

“I have many talents,” I smiled deviously, pushing his knees to his chest. Gripping his big dick like a handle, I climbed between his legs and pushed back into his cummy hole. 

“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” his head tipped back against the pillow in ecstasy. Jacking his cock in one hand, I proceeded to work his hole again, my big dick routing his depths. “I think you’re right,” he smiled, gripping my forearms, bracing himself against my deep thrusts into his bowels. “I’m definitely gay.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[olive-61]

[twisted-talez]

“Your rent was due two days ago,” my landlord Gus admonished me, stirring a mug of coffee in his kitchen. As always, he was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body in nothing but a flimsy pair of running shorts.

“Yeah—that’s why I’m here,” I admitted. “Trevor and I are about $200 short on our rent this month, and I was wondering if there might be some way to, you know, work off the difference? Maybe wash the windows or trim the hedges? I’m willing to do just about anything.”

“Anything?” Gus echoed me, looking up from his coffee with one eyebrow arched.

“Yeah—anything,” I repeated. “I’m not afraid to get a little dirty.”

“Oh—what I’m thinking of is definitely dirty.”

“What—what are you thinking?” I asked hesitantly.

“You can fuck my ass,” Gus dropped the bomb on me.

“You’re kidding me,” I laughed nervously. “You’re pulling my leg.”

“I’m dead serious,” he doubled down. “If you want to work off the $200 bucks in rent, you can fuck my ass.”

“I—I don’t understand,” I stammered. “You’re a married man. You have a wife, for Christ’s sake.”

“Yeah, and the last time I checked, Wendy didn’t have a dick,” he laughed, “which is why I want yours.”

“You—you seriously like getting fucked by guys?”

“Yeah, I do,” Gus answered firmly, placing his mug on the counter, crossing his muscular arms over his hairy chest. “Nothing makes me feel more like a man than when I’ve got a big dick up my ass. And from what I can tell from that bulge in your shorts, you’ve got a really big one.”

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea about Trevor and me,” I stated, ignoring his comment about my endowment. “We’re just roommates—we fuck girls—we’re not gay.”

“I’m not gay either,” Gus countered. “Labels mean shit. You don’t have to be gay to enjoy sex with another man.”

“Dude—hold on a minute. I’m not gonna stick my dick up your—”

“Then you and Trevor need to be out of your apartment by the end of the week,” Gus cut me off, his hand raised to silence me. “Check your lease. I can initiate eviction after five days of unpaid rent.”

“Fine—you win,” I agreed, not wanting to be homeless in three days. “I’ll fuck your ass.”

“You’ve finally made the right choice,” Gus winked, grabbing me by the hand and leading me back to the bedroom he shared with his wife. I watched as Gus stripped down, tossing his running shorts over the wedding photo of his wife on the bed table. “No need for her to watch us,” he laughed.

“She’s not gonna come home and bust us, is she?” I asked tentatively. “I don’t need an angry wife after me for fucking her man.”

“Nah,” he dismissed. “She’s at work all day.”

Gus then climbed upon the bed on all fours, his meaty, hairy ass presented to me at the edge of the bed. His big, floppy cock hung between his legs as he looked back at me expectantly. “Come on, man,” he hurried me. “I don’t have all day. Drop them shorts and get that big dick in me.”

Following orders, I stepped out of my shorts, tossing them on the floor. My brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there, but my hard cock had a rather different opinion. Although I was no stranger to pussy, I had never had the pleasure of giving it to a bitch in her back door. I had heard all the rumors—that ass was tighter—that you could go balls deep. Maybe now was my chance? My raging hard cock seemed to think so.

“Yeah, look at that big dick,” Gus marveled, looking back over his shoulder at me. “What are you, like, eight—nine?”

“It’s nine inches,” I answered without modesty.

“Fuck yeah,” he licked his lips. “I’m gonna loved getting railed by that big slab of meat.”

“You got any lube?” I asked, scanning the bed table, not seeing any.

“Just shove it in me,” Gus ordered. “I was bred earlier this morning, so my hole is already wet and ready for you.”

“Wait—you got fucked this morning?” I gasped incredulously. “Some dude already dumped his load in you?”

“Yeah, I told you I like dick,” Gus laughed to himself. “Now shut the fuck up and get that big dick in me.”

I stepped up to the plate and, on closer inspection, I could see that Gus’s hole did indeed look recently fucked. It was red and puffy, a drop of pearly cum pooling in the opening of his sphincter. I couldn’t explain it, but seeing the cummy remains of some other dude was a huge turn on. Eager to get in the game before I lost my nerve, I grabbed Gus by the hips and shoved into him.

“FUCK YEAH,” Gus barked as I went balls deep in him. “Jesus Christ, I love having a big dick up my ass. You like my cunt?” he was all too quick to ask. “Does your big dick feel good up my ass?”

“Yeah—it’s fucking incredible,” I had to admit with all sincerity. His ass was unreal. It was way tighter than pussy, and I could go balls deep with no effort. But what shocked me the most was when Gus began to constrict and relax his sphincter around the base of my cock, gripping me from within. He was essentially jacking me off with his fuck canal. The feeling was sublime.

“I bet you’ve never had a pussy that could do this,” he ground his ass into me, continuing to work my cock within his depths. “Just relax, enjoy the ride,” he ordered “Let me do the work for you—let me milk out your load.”

Milking was the appropriate term, as that was exactly what was happening to my cock inside of Gus. Over and over he massaged my big dick within his bowels, his ass moving like a piston on my fuck rod, my cock buried in his depths as he worked out my load. 

“Am I getting you?” he asked, rocking back and forth on my big dick, my balls slapping against his ass. “You feeling good?”

“I’m trying not to bust my nut,” I confessed, biting down on my lower lip. “Your ass is just so fucking good.”

“Breed me when you’re ready,” he invited, grinding his ass into me hard again. “Shoot that load in me whenever you want.”

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” I warned, my balls throbbing, the cum rising in my shaft. Despite my grit, it was a loosing battle, and my balls had given up the fight. “Oh, FUCK,” I belted. “Shit, man—I’m feeling close—Don’t stop—That’s it—FUCK—Don’t stop—FUCK—SHIT.”

Instantly, my cock erupted in his depths, my cum spewing in his bowels as he continued to milk me. It was the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced, lasting for what felt like an eternity as rope after rope of my load went flying into his deepest recesses.

“Yeah, breed me,” Gus moaned, reveling in my big cock as it blasted his guts. “Fuck, your cum feels so warm inside me.”

Lightheaded and completely drained, I fell backwards, my cock popping out of his ass, my pearly load gushing from his wrecked hole. “Fuck, that was good,” I remarked as Gus spun around on the bed and reached for my cock. His lips were suddenly upon my spent dick, taking my big one down his throat, cleaning up my cummy cock. 

“You want to use my shower?” Gus offered, standing up and licking his lips, tasting the last of my load.

“I—I better get going,” I replied, suddenly feeling awkward now that the deal had been sealed. “So to be clear, we’re good now—regarding the $200 in rent?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Gus assured me, his meaty hand on my shoulder. “I fucking loved your big dick. You’re welcome to come give it to me again anytime you need to drop a load.”

“Thanks—I will,” I agreed earnestly, pulling on my clothes. “I loved fucking your sweet ass.”

My roommate Trevor was on the couch when I got back to our apartment, having just returned from class. “I—uh—I need to talk to you about our rent situation,” he stated while looking askance.

“It’s all been handled,” I informed Trevor. “I just went to talk with Gus and—”

“Wait a minute,” Trevor stopped me. “Did he get you to fuck him in exchange for the rent money?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, shocked that he had hit the nail on the head. “But how’d you—?”

“I also went to talk with Gus about the rent this morning before class,” Trevor cut me off. “And that motherfucker got me to fuck his ass, too.”

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The red rock canyons of Moab stretched out like the backbone of some ancient beast under the brutal Utah sun. The trail was brutal — loose gravel, steep climbs, and switchbacks that punished every muscle. We’d been riding hard for three hours, two college buddies on a week-long mountain biking trip to “get away from everything.”

Tyler was ahead of me on the singletrack, his black compression shorts clinging to his powerful ass and thighs, sweat making the fabric stick to every curve. His shirt had come off miles ago, leaving his smooth, tanned back and shoulders glistening. I couldn’t stop staring.

We’d been best friends since freshman year — roommates, study partners, wingmen. But lately the line had been blurring. Late-night talks, lingering touches, the way his eyes sometimes lingered on my body when he thought I wasn’t looking. Today the heat, the exhaustion, and the isolation finally snapped something.

My front tire caught a rock. The bike jerked. I went over the handlebars and hit the dirt hard, sliding a few feet down the slope.

“Fuck!” I groaned, rolling onto my back.

Tyler skidded to a stop and dropped his bike. He ran over, breathing hard, and knelt beside me.

“Shit, dude — you okay?” His hands immediately went to my leg, checking for injury. His palms were hot and rough from gripping the bars, sliding up my thigh as he inspected the scrape.

I winced, but the pain was secondary to the way his fingers felt on my skin. My cock twitched in my shorts.

“I’m fine,” I muttered, sitting up. “Just bruised my ego.”

Tyler didn’t move his hands. His eyes flicked down to the obvious bulge growing in my black compression shorts, then back up to my face. His own shorts were tented, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible.

The air between us thickened.

“You’ve been staring at my ass the whole ride,” he said quietly, voice low and rough. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

My heart hammered. “And you’ve been riding ahead on purpose so I would.”

A slow, dirty grin spread across his face. “Guilty.”

He leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry — months of unspoken tension exploding in the middle of nowhere. His tongue pushed into my mouth as his hand slid higher up my thigh, squeezing the muscle. I groaned into the kiss and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

We broke apart only long enough for him to shove my shorts and underwear down my thighs. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Tyler’s eyes darkened.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he muttered.

He wrapped his hand around me and stroked once, slow and firm. Then he leaned down and took me into his mouth.

The heat was overwhelming. His tongue swirled around the head, sucking greedily as he bobbed down, taking more of me with every pass. I groaned, fingers tangling in his sweaty hair, hips bucking up instinctively. He took it all, throat relaxing as he deepthroated me, nose pressing against my pubes.

“Tyler… fuck…” I gasped.

He pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to my cock. “Not yet. I want to taste all of you.”

He pushed my legs up and back, exposing my hole. Without hesitation he dove in, tongue licking a broad stripe from my balls to my rim. The sensation made my toes curl in my cycling shoes. He rimmed me like he was starving for it — long, wet licks followed by tight circles around my hole, then pushing inside, fucking me with his tongue.

I was moaning openly now, the sound echoing off the red rock walls. My cock leaked steadily onto my abs as he ate my ass with filthy enthusiasm.

When I was trembling and begging, he finally pulled back. His own shorts were shoved down, his thick cock hard and dripping. He spat into his hand, slicked himself, and lined up.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled.

“I want it,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Tyler.”

He pushed in.

The stretch burned in the best way. He was thick, and he didn’t go slow — he sank in deep, bottoming out with a groan. Then he started fucking me right there on the trail, hips snapping hard and fast. The slap of skin on skin mixed with the distant call of a hawk and the wind through the canyons.

He fucked me like he’d been holding back for years — deep, powerful strokes that nailed my prostate every time. My cock bounced untouched between us, leaking everywhere.

“Gonna cum,” I warned, voice breaking.

“Not yet,” he grunted, slowing just enough to edge me. He did it twice more — bringing me right to the brink and then backing off until I was whimpering.

Finally he took mercy.

He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked me in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me.”

I came with a shout that echoed across the desert — thick ropes shooting across my chest and abs while my ass clenched around him. Tyler followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding me with hot pulses of cum.

We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed together as the sun beat down on us.

Tyler kissed me softly this time. “We’re doing this again tonight. And every night this trip.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Deal.”

We eventually untangled, pulled our shorts back up, and got back on the bikes. The rest of the ride was slower, both of us sore and satisfied, stealing glances at each other the whole way.

Best fucking mountain bike trip of my life.

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“How was your date last night?” asked my muscular stepdad Kurt, flopping down on my bed in the morning just after my mom had left for work. “You get some D?”

“Yeah,” I admitted bashfully. “And it was a big D. The dude was hung like fuck.”

“That’s my man,” Kurt high-fived me hard, the smack echoing against my bedroom walls. “You gay dudes have it made. Most bitches won’t give it up on the first date.”

Our morning talks were a regular thing. My stepdad worked from home, and my classes at the community college weren’t until the afternoon. So it was always just the two of us after my mom left for work in the morning. 

At first, Kurt would drop by my room to see if I wanted some eggs, or a bowl of oatmeal, or whatever other nutrient-dense meal he was preparing before his workout. But then he started flopping down on the bed next to me, wanting to know what was going on in my life. It was nice to have a stepdad who showed interest in me, yet lately our chats had become more and more intimate. 

“So—tell me more about your date,” Kurt prompted. “Where’d you all go? What’d you two do? Well, besides fucking, that is.”

“Right,” I laughed. “Umm—his name is Jake. And he’s a junior at State. And he’s really tall and cute as fuck.”

“Nice,” Kurt nodded. 

“And he took me to a really fun improv show over in the warehouse district, and then we got pizza at this really cool Italian place with wood-burning ovens.”

“And then you went back to his place and fucked?” Kurt hurried me to the good part. 

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Jake invited me back to his place for some Netflix and—”

“Uh-oh,” Kurt interrupted in a mocking tone. “We all know what that means.”

“Exactly,” I laughed. “And then we were making out on his couch, and he moved my hand to his crotch. And I thought maybe I’d just jack him or suck him off. But before I knew it, my legs were over my head and he was pounding my hole with his big dick.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Kurt gasped. “You two getting together again soon?”

“Umm—probably not,” I admitted with a shoulder shrug, trying to hide my sore ego. “I don’t think he wants to see me again.”

“Why not? Was the sex not good?”

“No the sex was really good, and he dumped a big load in me. But—uh—after it was over, he said that I kissed like a lizard, and that it was a turn off.”

“What the fuck? A lizard?” Kurt raised his eyebrows in shock. “Jake is a dickwad for saying that to you, especially after you’d just given up your ass to him.”

“I—I know,” I conceded. “But it really hurt my feelings. I mean—do I really kiss like a lizard? And how am I not gonna think about that every time I kiss some other guy?”

“I could coach you, if you like,” Kurt offered. “I’m a really good kisser. I used to coach a lot of my buds in high school and college. I’ll have you kissing like a champ in no time.”

“Really?” I beamed. “That would be awesome.”

“Great,” Kurt smiled, a devious look in his eyes. “So bring it in,” he leaned towards me, his lips approaching mine. “Lemme see what you got.”

“Wait,” I stopped him. “You and I are gonna actually—kiss?”

“Well, how the hell am I gonna teach you how to kiss,” he laughed, “if we don’t lock lips?”

“Umm—okay,” I acquiesced, in complete disbelief that I was about to make out with my hunky stepdad who made frequent appearances in my spank bank. 

Kurt reached out with his muscular arm, his meaty hand finding the back of my head as he pulled me into him. Our lips locked, the scruff of his beard against my chin, our tongues began to dance, and then—

“Yup, I see what Jake meant,” Kurt separated from me, my heart sinking. “You’re darting your tongue too much, you’re flicking it too much.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought—”

“Don’t apologize,” Kurt interrupted softly, caressing the nape of my neck. “We’re gonna fix it. Now this time, once our lips have locked, I want you to let me take the lead. Kissing is like dancing with a partner, you can’t have two people trying to lead. Someone has to follow—and that’s gonna be you.”

Our lips locked again and, though my tongue met with Kurt’s, I let him take the lead. The sensation of his tongue in my mouth was indescribable. It was like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue, teasing with shallow thrusts, before taking a deep dive, his tongue consuming my mouth. It was the hottest kiss I’d ever had.

“That was—incredible,” I swooned as our lips parted, his warm breath still close. “You are amazingly talented.”

“You think so?” he asked playfully, pushing me flat on the bed, his muscular body on top of me. “Maybe I should show you just how talented I am?”

His meaty hands were soon at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, tossing it on the floor. My shorts came off next, meeting the same fate. I watched in awe as Kurt stripped down, his big cock extending outward from his muscular body. Before I could fully appreciate the view, he was suddenly on top of me. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Kurt growled, his breath hot at my ear before his lips locked on mine again. 

As he tongue fucked my mouth again, I reached down between our bodies and grabbed his big dick. Jesus, he was hung. My mom, after one-too-many martinis, once told me that Kurt had the biggest cock she’d ever seen on a man. Mom hadn’t been kidding. He was easily over nine inches and, though I tried, my hand couldn’t wrap entirely around the circumference of that big rod. 

I wanted Kurt’s big dick up my ass in the worst way. But how far was he willing to go? Would this just be a heavy make out and petting session between two guys? A straight guy testing the limits of his curiosity with his slutty, gay stepson? Or was Kurt down to fuck? Only time would tell.

“Christ, you taste good,” he whispered, our lips finally parting. His mouth traced a path down my neck, his lips softly kissing the downy fur on my chest, teasing my nipples, before continuing down my treasure trail. “I want to taste more,” he moaned inching further down my body.

He stopped at my cock, his right hand gripping it at the base as his tongue made contact with my shaft, licking up the precum that had begun to flow freely. And then he downed my cock in one gulp, like a sword swallower at the fair, my balls mashed against his bearded chin. 

“Fuck,” I gasped, my cockhead pressed against his tonsils, my fingers running through his thick head of hair. 

And then just as quickly, Kurt released my cock, his tongue traveling down my shaft, sucking my balls briefly before traveling further south. His meaty hands gripped the underside of my thighs, pushing my legs over my head, presenting my puckered hole to him. 

“Your hole still looks angry,” he observed, circling it with the tip of his finger. “It’s swollen and puffy. Jake sure pounded the shit out of you.” 

“Yeah—” I began to agree before Kurt’s tongue made contact with my hole, licking and sucking my sphincter before probing it with some deep tongue flicks. “Fuuuuck, that feels good,” I exhaled. 

“And you were right,” he surfaced, licking his lips. “The dude dumped a huge load in you. I can still taste it, and it’s fucking delicious.”

What the fuck was happening? My presumably straight stepdad had not only kissed me with more passion than I’d ever experienced, but had also sucked my cock and dined on my hole, calling my hookup’s cum delicious. What was next? Would he fuck my ass?

“Can I fuck you?” Kurt asked, instantly solving that mystery. “I want to be inside you so badly.”

“Fuck YES,” I answered unequivocally. “Get that big dick in me.”

Raising himself into a plank above me, Kurt pushed his muscular arms into the mattress on both sides of my body. In response, I pulled my knees to my chest, giving him full access to my hole. I could feel the pressure of his rounded cock head as it made contact with my wet cunt, open and ready thanks to his attentive tongue. 

“Fuuuck,” Kurt exhaled, sliding into me, his thick cock stretching my fuck canal as he plunged into my depths. “Jesus, I love how deep I can go in a dude.”

“When—when did you start fucking guys?” I asked, looking up into his eyes as he delivered some slow, steady strokes, his hairy balls smashing against my hole with each dive. 

“Well,” he began, looking down at his cock gliding in and out of me, “I had this girlfriend in high school. She was the hottest girl in school, and all the guys wanted to go out with her. The only problem was that she wouldn’t put out. But fortunately—her brother did.”

“No way,” I gasped. 

“Yeah, I’d take her out to a movie, making out with her the whole time, and then I’d take her home and kiss her again at her front door, my balls aching for release. And then two minutes later her brother would sneak out and give up his ass to me in the backseat of my car. I always dumped a big load in him.”

“That’s hot as fuck,” I exclaimed, gripping Kurt’s forearms as he began to drive me harder, pounding faster. 

“I was still into girls and chasing pussy,” he explained, his hands moving to my thighs, pushing open my legs wider for him, “but I learned that it was not only easier to fuck a guy, but also felt even better than pussy.”

The trip down memory lane, thinking about his old girlfriend and her slutty brother had done something to Kurt. His cock had grown even more rigid inside me, expanding against the walls of my fuck canal. Kurt began to pummel me harder, his big dick battering my bowels with incredible force. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he bellowed, sweat dripping down his hairy chest, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “I’m trying to hold back but, Jesus, it’s not easy in this tight hole,” he confessed. 

I stretched my legs, wrapping them around his meaty ass, pulling him into me. His lips were suddenly upon mine again, kissing me deeply, our tongues dancing. He was dominating me, consuming my lips and hole at the same time. I wanted to be owned by this hunk of a man, marked as his property. Kurt was about to deliver on my wish. 

“You ready for my cum?” he barked urgently. “You ready to take it?”

“Yes,” I pleaded, wrapping my legs around him tighter, willing him to dump his load in me. “Fucking breed me.”

“FUCK,” he grunted, his body convulsing on top of me. “HOLY SHIT.”

I could feel his immediate discharge in my bowels, the rhythmic throbbing of his big dick as his load flooded my void.  A sudden warmth filled me from within, his seed spewing in my depths. 

“Fuck, that was good,” Kurt collapsed upon me, his orgasm complete, his balls satisfied. We stayed that way for several minutes, our bodies melded in post-coital bliss, until Kurt rolled off me, asking me for the time. 

“It’s almost 10 am,” I informed him, picking up my phone from the bed table. 

“Jesus, no wonder I’m starved,” he exclaimed, reaching for his crumpled clothes on the floor. “After that strenuous workout, I better fix us some breakfast.”

“Umm—it looks like Jake texted me,” I observed, scrolling through my texts. “He apologized for being a dick and criticizing my kissing. He wants to get together again.”

“That’s great,” Kurt smiled, hiking up his shorts over his big, floppy dick. “You gonna give him a second chance?”

“Nah,” I answered, reaching for Kurt’s crotch, rubbing his spent dick through his shorts. “Honestly, I don’t have the bandwidth for a boyfriend right now. I just want an easy fuck bud. And I’ve got that now.”

“You certainly do,” Kurt smiled, pulling down his shorts again, his big dick rock hard once more. Breakfast would have to wait until he was finished pounding a second load into my sloppy hole. 

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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